A gang ofelderly morons have sex with garbage. What more can I say about Trash Humpers? Maybe that desperate provocateur Harmony Korine shoots with insouciant ugliness on the crudest possible video format. (Like "found art?" Is this the Cloverfield of underground filmmaking?)

And that the old people are not really old but young people in crummy make-up with irritatingly fake old voices. (Okay, there are a couple of genuinely old and unpleasant persons in it.) And that in addition to humping trash, the characters hump other inanimate objects, recite scatological poems, force victims to eat pancakes with dishwashing liquid, philosophize ("We choose to live, like, free"), drag dolls behind bicycles, and kill people.

And that the film might have been shocking had it been made about 50 years ago, before Andy Warhol and John Waters and others had squeezed everything of interest out of the genre. One-time enfant terrible Korine hasn't gotten old. He's just gotten more puerile.

Review: Ninja Assassin So much blood splashes across the screen in James McTeigue’s martial-arts madness, you’d think the human body consisted of nothing but.

Review: Red Cliff Hong Kong auteur John Woo hit commercial and artistic pay dirt in the US with Face/Off , his loopy Nicolas Cage/John Travolta neo-noir, but once he’d directed Tom Cruise in Mission: Impossible II , was there anywhere left to go?

Review: Up In the Air No director pulls off the bait-and-switch as craftily as Jason Reitman. He gets you thinking that you're watching a hip, caustic comedy subverting the status quo, but by the end, he's vindicated all the platitudes he seemed to scorn.

Review: Z (1969) John F. Kennedy wasn't the only political leader murdered in 1963. On May 22 of that year, Gregoris Lambrakis, a left-leaning, pacifist member of the Greek parliament and an aspiring presidential candidate seeking to replace the reigning right-wing government, was assaulted after a peace rally in Thessaloniki. He died five days later.

Review: Pandora and the Flying Dutchman In this soupy 1951 romantic melodrama, Ava Gardner plays Pandora, a self-loathing vixen who toys with the affections of sundry panting males while waiting without hope for her real love to appear.

Review: Defamation Yoav Shamir, a young Israeli documentarian, goes off to America and Eastern Europe with a camera and a question: is anti-Semitism an important concern today for Jews, or are those anxious about it being unduly paranoid?

Review: The Strip In lieu of Steve Carell’s hopelessly inept and earnest manager, we have his creepier duplicate, Glenn. Instead of the boorish brown-noser played by Rainn Wilson, there’s the more obnoxious Rick.

Review: Brothers Operation Enduring Freedom seems to have replaced Vietnam as Hollywood's go-to military quagmire from which to dredge gut-wrenching meditations on the psychological carnage of war.

Review: Irene in Time Luckless in love, Irene (Tanna Frederick) wants to "find a guy like my daddy." Her father, she says (over and over and over), "was really magical." Truth be told, her absent dad doesn't seem like that great a guy.

Review: The Slammin' Salmon Here's how the shit version of Waiting likely came to be: the Broken Lizard boys (David Heffernan directs) thought the concept of a boxing-champ-turned-Miami-restaurateur was funny, and they wrote and shot a major motion picture without bothering to design a plot.